What A Relief

I look at the text book,

I sigh.

I flip through the pages,

I cry.

The shortest chapter

Took two hours.

The longest?

Ominous, it towers

Above me, with its concepts spread

Like a looming shadow that blocks out the sun.

Oh, how I wish two days ago,

I hadn't given in to procrastination.

I labour on, ploughing through

Harvesting those rows of words,

Sowing their seeds into my mind,

Hoping they bear good rewards.

Slowly, but steadily, I reach the end,

Red-rimmed eyes, chapped lips,

A throat so sore from constant reading,

Definitions on my fingertips.

I don't know if faith in my memory

Is just an irrational belief.

But, I do know that I did my best,

And I sigh, what a relief.